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DISCLAIMER: The author owns some of the Shaman King manga. He does not own copyrights for said series. All torture and abuse of small, innocent, adorable baby animals was done with special effects involving realistic stuffed animals, computer simulated noises, and runny ketchup. The author takes no responsibility for any trauma, offense, injury, death, or anything else that may occur to readers as a result of reading this story, but firmly notes that things will probably be kept on the higher end of the 'T' rating. He hereby states that any and all lawsuits and/or any other forms of action against him for compensation, monetary or otherwise, and for any reason, are to be instead filed with the Democratic National Party for an emotional damage fee of no less then three million American dollars, or the equivalent in the plaintiff's primary or requested currency. Lawyers smell.
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Chapter 2 – Insert very cool and completely original chapter title here
Jeanne yawned and woke up the next morning, not in that order, trying to remember the good dreams she'd had. With no luck, the girl quietly got a small glass of milk from her refrigerator, wondered why she hadn't noticed said appliance before, and moved over to her dresser to get some clothes. Upon starting to change, she paused.
"Out, you." She said, grabbing Smiley (who had been sneaking up on her) and throwing him out of the room. The girl quickly changed into the school uniform and searched her refrigerator for breakfast. To her shock, she found a bowl of cereal with milk freshly poured into it. "Okay, what and who are you?" she asked, rapping on the appliance's door. Part of the door pulled back to reveal a screen.
I am a spirit-possessed refrigerator that will always have what you are looking for. My name is Fridge. The screen printed.
"Ooookay." Jeanne said slowly. "How did you get here?"
Master Hao teleported me into your room. It replied. Jeanne shrugged.
"I'll have to thank him for that." She said, grabbing the cereal bowl. Once she had a good breakfast inside of her, the girl checked the clock to make sure she had time to spare if she got lost and headed downstairs. Yoh was waiting by the door.
"You're down here earlier then I thought you'd be." He said, raising an eyebrow. Jeanne shrugged. "Aaanyways, since Hao checked and said your schedule's the same as mine, I get to escort you to your classes for a few days until you can remember where they are."
"Thanks." Jeanne replied, checking her bag to make sure she had everything. "Wait a second… When did I get a bag with all my supplies, anyways? I never even went shopping…" Yoh shrugged.
"That sort of stuff happens all the time around here. It's best to just not ask." He lead her outside, and soon the two were walking in the dawn light. It still smelled like moldy fish outside. "Let's see… Ah, now I remember. Take this." Yoh said, grabbing 2 shields from the swordsmanship supplies and handing one to her. "You're going to need it for Homeroom." The girl was silent as she looked down at the shield. "You'll understand when we get there."
"…Great." The girl muttered. "If I need this, then the class can't be good."
"It's good, just dangerous." Yoh replied absentmindedly. "Mr. Killa probably won't bug us too much, since I'm Hao's brother and we're both under his protection, but it never hurts to be prepared. He has very direct teaching methods." Jeanne slowly nodded, wondering why there were so many fields. They had already passed the Kickball Field, the Extreme Kickball Field, the Extreme Kickball Played With The Kickball Of Death And Occasionally A Supposedly Dud Bomb Field, the Freshman Hazing Field, the Sophomore Hazing Field, and the Field That's Just There. She knew what each was for, and what it was called, mainly because of the gigantic signs that were placed at each one.
"Why is there a Field That's Just There?" the girl asked, confused. Yoh shrugged.
"It's just there. Nobody really uses it, but they had to call it something, so they decided on that." He replied. Jeanne slowly nodded, then choked in shock as she saw the next one. This field was the Shaman Battle Field. "Mmm. The Shamans at this school have fights occasionally and successfully petitioned the Principal to change the Big Field In The Northeast Corner That Nobody Uses to the Shaman Battle Field. With enough signatures, students can do that sort of thing." Jeanne nodded again, starting to wonder about the sanity of the students and staff in general. Watching people play a game on the Extreme Kickball Field didn't help; the players were kicking hard balls.
Jeanne sped up her pace, and soon enough both she and Yoh were inside the primary school building. To her profound relief, the smell of moldy fish didn't reach inside. Yoh lead her down three hallways to a massive lecture hall, the kind usually seen in Universities. Of course, universities didn't have spikes where people sat, various torture devices hung on the wall with instructions on how to use them, or a teacher wielding a red-hot sword.
"Good morning, Mr. Killa." Yoh said quickly. "This is Jeanne; she's a new student that just transferred here. Hao asked me to lead her around and make sure she stays out of trouble." Mr. Killa looked distastefully at Jeanne, who swallowed nervously.
"Sit down!" he barked. "Don't think your pretty looks mean I'll spare you from what happens in this class. You will learn, or you will pay the price!" Jeanne nodded and followed Yoh to the very top of the hall. Yoh set his shield down on the bench so he wouldn't be sitting on spikes and got out his homework. A few seconds passed before Jeanne followed his example, not wanting to get her butt impaled. The girl quietly took out her own supplies and got out a book, intending to read before class began. "No reading!"
"But sir, class hasn't even started yet!" Jeanne protested. Yoh winced.
"ARE YOU ARGUING WITH ME?" Mr. Killa yelled. "Get down here right now! I don't care if you're a transfer student, nobody attending this academy is allowed to mouth off to me without being punished! Now, first—"
"That's enough." Hao said, walking into the classroom. A huge, red spirit materialized behind him, and Jeanne stared. She'd figured he was powerful, but hadn't known he was at this high of a level. Mr. Killa looked at him for a moment, saw the spirit, gulped nervously, and looked back up at Jeanne.
"Fine! You're off the hook this time, but consider yourself warned! Next time I won't be so forgiving!" he yelled, returning to his desk. Hao walked up the stairs as his spirit vanished, taking a seat next to Yoh after placing a shield over the bench.
"Mr. Killa's a little crazy. All you have to do is show a little shamanic force, though, and he bends right over." Hao whispered quietly. Jeanne narrowed her eyes, then quietly moved her book out of the teacher's sight and continued reading. Yoh chuckled and watched as students began filing into the classroom. Almost all of them were yelled at by the teacher for one reason or another, including one poor girl who was told that her hair was combed wrong. To Jeanne's shock, the girl was hung from the ceiling by her arms and forced to stay there.
"Why does he get away with this stuff?" Jeanne asked furiously. Both Yoh and Hao shrugged.
"He hasn't done anything that permanently hurts students yet." Hao pointed out. "And the Principal does know about all of this. Besides, he teaches well, even if he does give us an obscene amount of homework." Jeanne was silent as she watched Mr. Killa yell at several girls who were talking in the corner of the room. "But I don't really like how much he loses stuff; gets annoying after awhile. Sometimes I think he does it on purpose."
"Is that so…" Jeanne muttered. The bell rang a few minutes later, and as soon as it finished Mr. Killa began talking.
"Listen up, you worthless idiots!" he barked. "Today we'll be covering the Theory of Continual Idiocy that several scientists have recently been testing. Remember that this is just a theory, and has yet to be actually proven as correct! Get out your papers for notes!" Jeanne did so. "First introduced five years ago, this theory states that if a person moves into a slump and becomes unmotivated, they will either not do work or do such a poor job that there's little difference until they again receive motivation! Several studies have indicated that this is true!" he continued rambling while the class' members diligently took notes; the ones who had forgotten to bring something to sit on having a much harder time then those who had.
When the bell rang, it was to the profound relief of all students. Mr. Killa had managed to talk nonstop for the entire hour and a half, and they'd been taking notes the whole time. As each student moved out, they were handed a large binder with the day's homework. Jeanne swallowed nervously as she received hers and followed Yoh to their next class; Gym. This one was one she hoped would be much more fun.
After using the locker room to change into her gym clothes, which were a tad too revealing for her tastes, Jeanne quietly followed the other girls of her class out onto the Primary Gym Field. The teacher, a twenty-something female, looked remarkably smug about something.
"Okay, people! We're playing Extreme Dodgeball today!" she yelled. Most of the class stiffened. "And before you ask… We are using the Balls of Pain today." She emptied the contents of her bag onto the ground, and most of the class stepped backwards. Spiked balls littered the ground. "You'll have a much better dodge ratio, I'm sure, if you have the proper motivation." Jeanne swallowed nervously, suddenly wishing she was more athletic. Several students started laughing in a cruel way.
"The bullies." Yoh whispered. "They love this game. Stay out of their line of fire."
"Don't worry, I plan to." Jeanne replied, quite honestly. "And why does it smell like moldy fish out here, anyways?" Yoh pointed to the Moldy Fish Display Field. "…Oh." The girl said, wondering what else could happen that would make things go wrong at the school.
"The best strategy for this game is to grab two Balls of Pain and use them to block other balls." Yoh explained. "Staying away from other people helps." The teacher began calling out names for teams. To her relief, Jeanne found that she was on Yoh's team. "And stick close to me… Everybody's scared of Hao, so people probably won't throw many balls my way. Hate to admit it, but being related to him helps sometimes."
"Right." Jeanne said, swallowing nervously. The teacher blew her whistle, and people scrambled to either get the balls or get out of the way. Yoh and Jeanne quickly elected to do the second once they got balls to hold for protection. "So, uh, is every class at this school dangerous? Homeroom is where we have to bring shields to sit on; in this class we're throwing balls with spikes on them…"
"Yeah, pretty much. The art instructor is a fan of both spray paint and pyrotechnics, so it's a good idea to wear flame-retardant clothing to his class. And carry an oxygen tank and your own personal fire extinguisher. The science teachers love explosions, and usually mix nitroglycerin with random chemicals to see what happens. The music directors regularly have wars between their classes that involve hitting other musicians with the instruments, and the rest of the school usually gets caught up. The math teachers are married, and consistently try to top each other by having students work in harder conditions. Which reminds me; the theatre team prefers doing live action battle scenes. With real weapons. And scenes that require blood."
"Oh…" Jeanne whispered, pale. "Well, at least there's lunch."
"I wouldn't get it from the cafeteria if I were you." Yoh advised. At Jeanne's inquisitive look, he added "Last week, Rodney found a live rat in his soup. And yesterday Tai found a recently beheaded pigeon in the Mystery Paste that students who buy lunch from the cafeteria are required to buy and eat." Jeanne blanched, and slowly nodded; glad she had made her own lunch the night before. "You're lucky; you get to go see the counselor. If you're on her good side, life at school suddenly becomes a lot easier."
Jeanne nodded and dodged a spiked ball that was flying towards her, moving almost fast enough to completely dodge it. As it was, the girl received a small gash on her upper right arm, as well as a tear in her shirt.
"Urk… Jerk!" she yelled at the bully who had thrown the ball at her. Taking aim, she threw one of her balls, catching him directly in the chest. The girl nodded. "He deserved that for being so rude."
"…Nice shot." Yoh agreed, chuckling. Almost an hour passed while the balls were thrown before the teacher sent the students in to shower and change. Being the meticulous person she was, Jeanne finished showering almost ten minutes after everybody else and exited into the almost empty lobby of the changing rooms. Yoh was there waiting for her; everybody else had gone to chat with their friends.
"Thanks for waiting." Jeanne said, smiling. "I have no idea where to go next." A small blur shot out of nowhere and pulled her coat's zipper down, opening it enough to show a slight amount of cleavage and some of Jeanne's bra. Blushing madly, the girl grabbed a smiling Smiley. "WHAT WAS THAT FOR?" she shrieked.
"Too good of an opportunity to pass up!" the spirit replied. "By the way, more's showing then you think!"
"Huh?" Jeanne said, letting go of Smiley to check and zip up her coat. Cackling madly, the spirit sped away, glad that his lie worked like a charm. "Hey! Get back here!" Jeanne yelled, looking up. She wished that she'd remembered to bring a spare shirt; the only one she had had been ripped several times in gym and wasn't really fit to wear anymore.
"I don't think he's going to do that." Yoh muttered. Jeanne turned red again.
"…Stupid ghost…" she muttered. "That was uncalled for…"
"Ah, don't worry about it." Yoh said cheerfully, putting an arm around her shoulders. "Look on the bright side. Tai and Cchi weren't around." Jeanne nodded and followed Yoh out of the room, not really noticing where they were going. When she finally looked up, because Yoh had stopped, she found herself outside of the Counseling Center. "Lunchtime." Yoh explained. "Come on, let's go see the counselor together. She likes me, so you stand a better chance of being on her good side if she knows we're friends."
"…Yeah, I guess we are friends." Jeanne said, feeling a bit better as the two moved into the Counseling Center. The room was filled with all sorts of games, most involving luck. However, on the table there was a large game board with dozens of life paths on it, all interconnecting repeatedly. Jeanne looked at it with interest.
"Pick a piece." A voice said from behind Jeanne. The girl jumped almost a foot and turned around. Standing behind her was a slightly elderly woman, but she looked kind enough. "Go on, pick a piece! And while you're at it, have a fortune cookie." Jeanne nodded and picked a piece, choosing a black cat, and took a fortune cookie from the tray offered to her. At a nudge from Yoh she opened it.
"You will find happiness in the next year and live an exciting life." Jeanne read aloud. The elderly woman smiled.
"As I thought." She said. "I am Destiny. And you are Ms. Jeanne, a friend of young Yoh here." She smiled. "I'm the school counselor. Now, place your piece on the board." Jeanne set the cat figure on the square marked 'start'. "Sit down, sit down! No point in standing up the whole time!" Jeanne and Yoh sat across the board from Destiny, Yoh grinning widely. The woman coughed to clear her throat. "Now, I'm going to ask you a few questions. Be sure to answer honestly." Jeanne nodded. "What is your goal in life?"
"My goal? I… I don't really know." Jeanne said. Two squares lit up on the board.
"I see… What would you like to learn while at this school?" Jeanne thought carefully before answering.
"I would like to learn whatever destiny has in store for me." She replied. Three more squares lit up. Destiny smiled.
"A very good answer." She said. "I think I like you. Let's see… Those questions are irrelevant… Ah, here we are. If toast always lands buttered side down, and a cat always lands on its feet, what happens when you tie a piece of toast to a cat's back, the buttered side pointing away from the feline, and throw the cat out the window?" Jeanne froze, thinking.
"I don't know." She said. "I think the cat would land on its feet, but the way you asked the question, it seems impossible to guess what would happen. You'd have to test it and find out if you wanted an answer." A square lit up red.
"You're honest." Destiny said, grinning widely. "I like that in a person. You didn't know the answer, but you told me a way you could get the answer, showing some courage." She scribbled something down on the paper as the cat figure advanced itself several squares. Jeanne stared at it. "Let's see… There are five apples on a table, and you take two. How many do you have and why?"
"Two." Jeanne replied, blinking. "I took two, because the other three wouldn't have been mine. Otherwise I'd have taken them as well." Another square, normal this time, lit up.
"Before Mt. Everest was discovered, what was the tallest mountain in the world?"
"Mt. Everest. No matter which was thought to be the tallest mountain, Mt. Everest was still the tallest." Another two normal squares lit up.
"Excellent. I didn't ask why that was, but you told me anyways, showing that you can go beyond what people ask for and move higher. That's very good indeed. A truck is carrying pumpkins, eggplants, and tomatoes. It encounters a sharp curve. What drops?"
"Its speed." Jeanne replied. Destiny laughed, and three more squares lit up.
"Indeed, that's what drops! Good girl, you're doing excellent so far. Your future is going to be interesting indeed. Lets see… Are you still a virgin?" Jeanne blushed furiously. "I thought so. Good. Now for a few questions that are harder. Would you kill a man if you could save ten thousand children?"
"……Yes." Jeanne said, nodding. "I would hate myself forever, but I'd do it knowing that I was saving lives, and that if there was no other option then it was worth it." Destiny smiled.
"That's what I wanted to hear. Killing somebody is not something I hope you will ever do. But what if the man was your husband?" Jeanne froze.
"I… I don't know what I would do." She said after several minutes. Seven more squares lit up, completing a path. Destiny nodded and wrote down what each square said, then examined the results for several moments. "…Well?"
"Mmm… It's just that your life is going to be more interesting then I thought." Destiny said, munching on a cookie. "How should I tell you this… Ah, I know. You will be embarrassed countless times during your time here at this school. You will also have a close encounter with a horrible fate. Well, okay, that's a lie. You'll have several close encounters with a horrible fate, and a whole lot more with ones that seem horrible. However, you will not fall prey to them, most of the time, and you will find a good man shortly after a few. He is somebody you already know." Jeanne slowly nodded, wondering how she could predict all this. "Let's see… Oh, don't get rid of the smiling specter; he will be the cause of much embarrassment to you, but will someday prove to be an invaluable ally. Do take up wearing the clothes you have hidden in your bottom drawer, you look good in them and it's not like you have much else. Tai and Cchi may be annoying, but they love video games and will respect you enough to leave you alone if you can beat them at one."
"…How do you know all of this?" Jeanne asked.
"I'm Destiny." Destiny said, smiling. "I know everything. Now, take a few more cookies and go eat lunch. Don't trust Rodney when he offers you anything, either, it's going to be drugged." Jeanne blinked, but nodded and began walking out. Yoh followed. "Oh, and dear?" Jeanne paused. "You're welcome to come back and play a few games of chance with me if you ever need somebody to talk to."
"…Thanks." Jeanne said, smiling as she left the room. "…I like her."
"So do I." Yoh replied, grinning. "It's funny, but she's always right about things." Jeanne shrugged and followed Yoh to the cafeteria, sitting with her dorm mates at their assigned table.
"Soda?" Rodney asked, holding one over to her.
"Sur— I mean, no thanks." Jeanne quickly corrected. Rodney raised an eyebrow. "It's bad for my stomach. I'm not supposed to drink it."
"Come on, one won't hurt." Rodney replied, smiling.
"Leave her alone." Hao ordered. Grumbling, Rodney put the soda back into his bag and continued eating his lunch. Jeanne quickly started her own and ate as fast as she could, desperate to get away.
Time passed. After surviving Math and Science, Jeanne collapsed gratefully onto a couch inside of Ryu Dorm. Her first day had been rather exhausting. Hearing chopping sounds from the kitchen, the girl peered into it and fell off the couch in shock as she saw a samurai using his sword to cut vegetables.
"Uh… Who are you?" the girl asked.
"My name is Amidamaru." The samurai said, looking down at her. "Ah, you are a Shaman, like Master Yoh and Master Hao." Jeanne nodded. "Do not mind me; I am simply preparing dinner." Jeanne nodded again and watched as the samurai continued working. After a few minutes, she quietly headed up to her room. Smiley froze as he saw her.
"Oh, uh, hello." The spirit said, looking nervous. Jeanne raised an eyebrow. "What're you looking at me like that for?"
"What did you do?" the girl asked sternly. Smiley gulped.
"Um, nothing."
"Liar."
"No, really!" the spirit protested. Jeanne checked her things, and found that he really had done nothing to her clothing or her other items. Bending over to inspect the contents of one of her drawers again, the girl suddenly felt the back of her skirt get flipped up and heard the sound of a picture being taken.
"HEY!" she yelled, spinning around. Smiley laughed as she dived for him, sliding smoothly out of the way. He held up the camera and smiled as the picture printed from it. "Give that to me, right now!"
"Why?" Smiley asked. "Come on, you know that you want me to show this to everybody… You act all innocent, but really you're starving for boys' attention!"
"No, I am not!" the girl replied, pulling out a small piece of paper from a pocket.
"Erm… What's that?" Smiley asked, suddenly sounding nervous. Jeanne chuckled and dropped the paper to the floor. A barrier instantly appeared around both Smiley and the Fridge.
"Spirit Containment Spell." Jeanne said, sounding smug. "Impossible to break. You're going to be trapped where you are until you give me the camera and the picture. You see, those sorts of shaman abilities are my specialty." Smiley pounded on one of the bars of light and tried to phase through it. He couldn't. "What, you didn't believe me?"
"…Okay, fine. You win this time." Smiley muttered, handing over the items. Jeanne threw the camera into the trash and ripped the picture to threads, which were also put into the trash. She then snapped her fingers and let the containment spell drop. Smiley zoomed down through the floor, muttering about something. There was a knock on the floor a few minutes later.
"Come in!" Jeanne called, looking up from her spot on the bed. Yoh walked into the room, breathing a little hard. "Something happening?"
"Yeah… Don't go… downstairs… for a bit." Yoh said, swallowing. "Tai and Cchi— Uh, well, you don't really want to know what they did, but Pip's getting revenge by summoning demons right now." Jeanne raised an eyebrow. "And Liz is on a rampage because one of the demons tore up her homework, so…"
"Mmm." Jeanne said, blinking. There was a howl of anguish from downstairs a second later. "…Okay, that just gave me an idea." Yoh raised an eyebrow. "If Tai and Cchi deserve to be punished, we'll let Liz do it. I'll go get rid of the demons." Before Yoh could protest, the girl hurried out of her room and went down the ladders to the main floor, banishing the demons as she went. This was one of those times when she was glad that she was skilled in this way.
"Hey! Don't go down there!" Smiley yelled, zooming out of nowhere to tackle Jeanne before she could head into the basement.
"Why shouldn't I?" Jeanne asked. "I can handle it!"
"No, you can't!" the ghost replied, actually sounding slightly scared. "You've got the Angelic Touch that people are born with now and then. If you go down there, you'll activate so many traps that it'll be hell on earth! Literally!" Jeanne raised an eyebrow. "Dark and Pip have all sorts of deadly demons lurking around down there! And if you die, who am I going to embarrass?" Jeanne sighed and picked up the ghost.
"Look, you. I can handle demons, okay? I have a lot of talent in banishing spirits. The only reason you're not gone is that I was told it'd be a good idea to keep you around." She said, glaring. "But that doesn't mean I'm going to let you do whatever you want."
"The ghost is right…" a girl said, stepping out of the shadows that engulfed the stairs. "You do not want to enter our domain." Jeanne looked at her, unconvinced. "Besides… Wouldn't you prefer to avoid seeing the horribly mutil… er… the dead bodies of small, innocent, adorable baby animals?"
Jeanne sighed and concentrated, trying to sense the level of demons in hiding. She almost fell backwards out of shock; demons of the highest grade were kept down there.
"See?" Smiley asked, using his ghostly skills to push Jeanne towards the ladder. "Come on, girl. Upstairs, now, to where it's safe for you to be."
"Hold it." Pip said, pointing at Jeanne. "I've got a better idea. It'd be simplest to just get rid of you. After all, if you're not here, then Dark and I can continue working up here in the light as well as down in the dark."
"Indeed." Dark said, stepping out of the shadows. Jeanne looked between them, mentally preparing for a fight. Both of the two evil ones, as Jeanne termed them, smiled in an identically evil way and whispered something. Almost immediately, the girl felt a demon grab her from behind and rip off her shirt, exposing the parts of her torso not covered by her underwear. "So, shall you write the runes on her, or shall I?"
"I think I'll do it." Pip said, smirking evilly. She pulled a black pen out of nowhere as the demons held the struggling Jeanne still, and quickly etched something onto her stomach. Smirking, she clapped her hands, and the demons disappeared. "There we are. You can go now." She handed Jeanne the shirt and, whistling, followed Dark back downstairs. The young female shaman was quiet for a very long moment, then hurried towards the ladder after putting the shirt back on for mdesty. She tripped on the way but, ignoring the pain, hurried up the ladders and into her room. Sighing, she hopped onto her bed to examine the mark, but let out a small scream as it collapsed under her.
"W-what is this?" the girl asked, looking at the bed. She got up to go look at the mirror, but the boards under one of her foot broke, sending her leg down into the next room.
"Need some help?" Yoh's voice called.
"Yoh? You're down there?" Jeanne asked. "Um… Yeah, I do." She waited for about fifteen seconds while Yoh came up to her room. Raising an eyebrow, he helped her out of the floor, and looked at the collapsed bed.
"…Let me see your stomach." Yoh finally said, hiding a grin. After a moment's hesitation, Jeanne lifted her shirt up enough so Yoh could clearly see the mark. "Oh, thought so. You, uh, got cursed with bad luck. And as the name implies… It's, well… bad." Jeanne raised an eyebrow. "Let's see, this is ink, not blood, if I'm not mistaken, so I can get rid of this myself. Amidamaru!" the samurai ghost Jeanne had seen in the kitchen earlier appeared. "We need to take a very, very thin layer of her stomach's skin off, okay?"
"Wait, what?" Jeanne asked, frozen. Before she could do anything else, Yoh had whipped out a sword and cut off the top layer of her stomach's skin, removing the marking. Red spots began to appear, causing Yoh to simply pull out some bandages from his pocket and wrap said things around Jeanne's stomach several times.
"There we go." Yoh said, sounding satisfied.
"…Why'd you have bandages with you?" Jeanne asked, blinking.
"Well… Most people do, as a precaution. You never know when you'll need 'em." The younger Asakura brother replied. A second later, his blade chopped the severed skin into several hundred pieces.
10/13/XX
Today was very interesting. Mr. Killa, the Homeroom teacher, has benches with spikes where people would normally sit. So I'm following Yoh's advice on bringing a shield to sit on. The other classes are no saner, and I'm really beginning to wonder what I was thinking when I decided to come here.
Oh, well, there really isn't much I can do about it. However, I'm going to strengthen the wards on my room. There's some top-ranked demons in this building that I can't go get rid of, so Smiley might let them in here as a joke if I give him half a chance.
I would never have gotten past this day without Yoh. He seems to be a very nice person, and I'm glad that we've really had no problems so far. I'm going to need all the help I can get if Pip and Dark curse me again or something. Ugh…
Anyways, I'm tired right now, so this entry's going to be short. Sorry!
Jeanne
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Next time on Twists of Fate:
More interesting people arrive, including two new residents of Ryu Dorm! Pip and Dark are not happy at all about who they are, either, because they're two of the worst people possible. To them, at any rate. Elsewhere in the chapter, giant robots attack innocent fields, Hao makes a visit to the Counselor (relax, he has no more emotional issues then usual), and Jeanne hears an old school legend that may get her into more trouble then anything else yet…
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